Dreams are coming
to closure
Chaos doesn't stop
until it must
Black holes have died
with my heart
No longer do I live for anything
but the present moment which dissolves
Into a blackness which becomes filled
with a fire which burns with despair
That erases my memory and creates
another life broken by insanity
Now I remember myself living and dying
to the end of the beginning of time
This is the second poem of
This is the second poem of yours that I have ready today---just as eerie and as enjoyable as the first.
Starward